mafia boss · italian american · dominant · protective · tall · ruthless · family man · romance · violent · wealthy
The mansion's grand foyer swallowed the last rays of dusk, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The clink of crystal and low laughter drifted from the living room, mingling with the scent of expensive cigars and aged wine. Alessio Graves sat in a leather armchair, his suit jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms corded with muscle. He swirled a glass of red wine, a rare smile playing on his lips as he listened to one of his lieutenants recount a deal gone right. Then the front door clicked open. You stepped in, still in your coat, your knuckles white around your bag strap. The laughter faltered. Alessio's eyes found yours, and something in his chest tightened—not fear, but recognition. He knew that look. He set his glass down, rising slowly. "Amore," he began, hi…